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Silver, you do know that DMs can have characters too?

People just think they're going to be bias towards their own character though, which is likely if any of us did that.

Oh that mother fething lag would get me at the end of it all wouldn't it.

Goddamnit.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh that mother fething lag would get me at the end of it all wouldn't it.

Well...something had to get you,better the lag than the horde.

I bet its a dire omen, a portent that shadow will dieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!11!!!

Tombstone gunned the powerful engine of his bike harder,glancing occasionally into the rear view mirrors.

They had left the carnage at the mansion behind some twenty minutes ago,and apparently out run the horde of walking dead,unfortunately..they seemed to have outrun everyone else as well.

Only One Eye,with his pretty blond seat cover,was visible,ridding slightly ahead of he and Daisy.

The road appeared clear of any immediate threats, and Tombstone flashed the bikes headlight signaling for One Eye to pull to the side for a moment.

Idling up alongside of his friends bike,Tombstone spoke quickly.

" Where in the feth is everyone else?!!" the biker said.

" I don't know Stone" One Eye replied " After we made it out..I didn't even look back...just kept hauling ass" the old biker laughed " I didn't even see you until about ten minutes ago."

Tombstone nodded " Spankys gone...those fething things got him..Donna too."

One Eye lowered his head for a moment,then looked up "Puppy and Dave took off with your clown buddy,had one of the girls with 'em as well...but who knows where they got off to."

Tombstone shrugged " I don't know man..gak was crazy back there...I know Shadow was in the truck...don't know who else was with him...he was heading the opposite way last time I saw him...I figured he'd circle round...but" Tombstone trailed off.

One Eye nodded " What about The Medicine Man?..and the rest of your friends?...what about the girls?"

Tombstone shrugged " Hog was with Keria...but I don't know if they made it out..Halon was in the Limo...some of the girls were with him...I think...I know he crashed out of the garage...but after that I lost sight of them..and I don't know about The Medicine Man..or the rest."

Low moaning came drifting from the distant tree line,the small group glanced in the direction of the sounds.

About 100 yards away,a dozen ghouls were emerging from the woods.

" Feth...we got to get moving Stone" One Eye said " there's gonna be more of them fethers coming along soon as they smell us."

Tombstone nodded...One Eye was right...they had to keep moving.

" How much further to this commune of yours?" One Eye asked Daisy.

" About 30 miles...maybe more" she said " There's a small town...well,more like a few streets with a few stores and houses..about 10 miles up ahead."

Tombstone nodded " We'll have to make a quick hit and run in the town...get some food and supplies...then haul ass for the commune." the biker looked behind him,hopping for some sign of the others...there was none.

" Let's ride Stone." One Eye said " we can't just sit here...hopefully the others will find their way to us."

Tombstone nodded,cursing under his breath,he reved his engine and the big bike headed up the road,One Eye following behind.

Tombstone checked his rear view mirror one last time...the zombies from the woods had made it to the road,they stumbled about..seemingly frustrated at the fact the anticipated meal had disappeared...but that was all,no sign of anyone else...the road lay empty.

Tombstone shook his head,thinking about his missing friends " Let them fething make it." he prayed.

He gunned the Harleys engine and roared forward ...a long empty road looming before him.

OOC:...Well guys,that's it for old Tombstone until the next RP...

I've really enjoyed RPing with each and every one of you guys,it's been a hell of a ride and I'm definitely looking forward to doing it again in the future.

...Until then..be careful out there..and don't let the zombies bite.

About 10 minutes down the road Hog slowed his bike down. They hadn't seen any zombies since the exodus, and they were feeling wary. But they had to stop, Keira's face was bleeding profusely, and she had stopped being able to see out of her left eye a couple of minutes ago.

Skidding to a stop, Hog dismounted and began to rumage through the medkit. He pulled out some bandages to staunch the bleeding, a pin and some thread. He turned and took a look at Keira's face. It wasn't looking good. Half her face was ok, but the left had a deep rip down it, and blood was dribbling profusely. Her left eye had gone a milky white, and wept pus.

"gak." he swore.

Keira looked up and focused on him with her good eye.

"How bad does it look?"

Hog smiled weakly.

"Truths? It looks like your gonna be the next phantom of the opera."

Keira's shoulders began to shake, and amongst the blood and pus, tears of horror began to mingle in the wound.

"No no, it'll be ok. You can fix it up, and i'll help. Lying around watching Medicine Man meant I picked up a few tricks. Now, I'm gonna douse the wound with some antiseptic, and Im sure you know its gonna hurt. Sorry."


As Tomb's group began to set off, a distant scream of pain erupted across the treeline, sending sleeping brids scattering away.

"Ah sh*t, that sounded like Keira." he swore.


Hog held Keira's arms still to prevent her from pawing the wound. Her agony was clear, and he had no real idea what to do to stop her. Eventually the screaming had subsided, and Hog started to clean out the gunk that was forming in the recesses. Dropping the filthy bandage, he took up the needle and thread, and began to stitch. Keira was whimpering, but knew the work Hog was trying to achieve was delicate at best, so she stayed still. Hog was all thumbs, and repeatedly dropped the needle as he fumbled with the injury, but eventually, after what felt like hours, the wound had been closed. Bandaging as best he could, he examined his handiwork. Not acceptable, but the stitches would hold until they could get somewhere better.

A lone zombie half ran into the road ahead, and turned its obscene features in their direction.

"Oh, F*ck off, cant you see we're busy?!" bellowed as it lumbered towards them.

A rifle shot ripped it in two, and a shotgun shell mashed it's face into the floor. A bike roared through the mulch and down the road. As Keira stared at the photo she held in her hand, of her and Tom, she let out a small sigh, and let the photo flutter out of her hands and into the wind.

The little Photo flew through the air, held up by the eddies of wind, until it landed neatly on the cracked dirt, amongst the dried leaves of autumn.

OOC: That's me out until everyone comes to a close, then i'll write a brief epilogue, to do with Jennifer, and tying in good ol' Patrick (that was his name, right?!)

Should be good.

"For feth's sake..." Halon said to himself realizing that the others were nowhere to be seen.

He climbed into the limo where he saw two biker girls and a guy.

"That's Mace, that's Ginger, and that's Linda..." Halon thought to himself trying to get the names and faces right as he inched slowly up to the driver, Tony.

"Listen man, we're lost." Tony said to Halon.

"Yeah, I know that..." Halon began "I know some things though, good things for us so listen up."

Tony glanced at Halon almost with glee.

"There's an air base past the city, there's an armory there; food, guns, ammo..." Halon was cut off.

"Beer?" asked Mace hopefully.

"None of that, sorry, its a military base though so there may be a package store on base." Halon continued. "We go there, load up on whatever catches our fancy like maybe something with 4X4 on it and then find a place to wait this out."

"Wait it out?" one of the girls said from the back.

"Yeah, I saw a nice hotel down the road if its clear of zombies we can use it." Halon said getting excited "Yeah, we'll find a building, take the ground level stairs out of it, put a wall around it, and wait a couple of months to see what happens."

Some of the group looked at Halon funny, but he didn't care. It was a good idea and one that was difficult, but possible to obtain.

"It'll be like Tenpenny Tower in Fallout," Halon thought " it'll be awesome though, nice landmark, easy to defend, rallying survivors, OH MAN IT'LL BE THE COOLEST!"

All the others knew was that Halon had the widest smile on his face as he looked out the windows and into the wasteland that may become his.

OOC: And with that Halon is set for new adventures and maybe profit.

Bonzo was having the time of his life, a clear trail was left as a clue to where their merry band had gone.... unluckily it just so happened to be the opposite direction everyone had gone, he had gone towards the city. This trail consisted of blood, more blood with an extra special helping of blood ala brains on toast, in his eyes he was merely making up for lost time from when he was cooped up inside that house for so damn long.

His all to happy accomplices in this zombie homicide whooped and grinned wildly, Collette's hair streaming in the wind as she gunned her engine even harder and pulled her trigger even harder still.

yEs, Bonzo thought, he was going to enjoy this. It was only until later, when they really had no energy left and were near enough forced to make up camp for the night in an abandoned liqueur shop that he realised there was a lack of... well, nearly everybody. He thought to himself for a long time, after everyone had fallen into a vodka fuelled sleep and came to the conclusion that at some point, he was going to have to try and find his seemingly missing comrades.

I mean, this whole rampaging biker gang was good for the time being, but from past experience he knew that trouble seemed to have followed whenever the rest of the group were near, especially that Shadow guy.... And trouble, was what he thrived on. Although, there didn't seem to be much harm in having a little fun in the city before he set out on this task.

Armed with this insuring piece of clarity, he took one last sip of vodka and fell asleep. Safe in the knowledge that the next day could very well be his last, and so could the one after and the one after that, and that thrilled the feth out of him.


OOC - Well guys, that's been awesome, I've thoroughly enjoyed that and look forward in anticipation to the next RP, well then, until next time guys, toodle pip!

OOC: I take it he's in the first city, right? Because there's no other the city .

Well, 'ere goes nothing..


BIC:

He kept on driving. After awhile, roughly ten miles, he found himself in a small town. As he was driving into it, he wondered who he was. What had some of them called him? Shadow? That's one weird name.. but there's so much I can only speculate at. Infact, I don't even know what the hell is going on here! Everywhere's trashed.. and those.. things.. just..just what the hell?. Soon, he arrived at the scene of some spectacular crash. What looked like an armored vehicle had been turned on its head and had holes and dents all over it. A sound came from within - mewling. Cats?. He pulled over, and got out - pulling out a pistol and checking it was loaded. Full clip. Good. Never know, it could be zombie cats. He cautiously approached the wreck, walking around to the back of it to see a gaping gap where doors should have been. As he advanced closer, he noticed these lying useless on the ground nearby - as if discarded. What kind of drugged-up mother-fether could discard heavily armored metal doors?

He climped inside, and to his horror he found two mutilated corpses - practically children - lying there, strapped in upside down in seats. He then found the source of the mewling - two animal carrying boxes, and inside each, a single cat. He opened the first, but the animal inside lay with its neck twisted into an unnatural position. Well snap, he thought. When he opened up the second one, of which contained a noisy, but still very much alive cat. Atleast this creature isn't after my guts.. It took some time, but when Shadow outstretched is arm, the cat sniffed his hand quizzically, and suddenly it leaped out and into his arms. Recovering swiftly from his surprise, Shadow held the animal tightly until it settled down. It licked him on the cheek. "Have we met before?" He joked, although he didn't know how right he was.

After placing the cat in the truck's cab, Shadow set about salvaging what he could from the upturned vehicle. There were three crates of pre-made meals and war rations, which he hauled into the rear seats in the cab, and more guns than he could shake a stick at. There were some books in a box as well. He picked one up curiously, and looked at it. On the front was printed the word Diary. He opened it, and on the inside there was a name written upon the space that followed the this Diary belongs to ____ sentence. He froze. His brain overwhelmed at the shock of what he had just discovered, all he could do was stare at the name written on the page. Shadow.

OOC: I'm guessing Bonzo is in the city (Cape City),located about 20 miles East of the Satans Servants mansion,as the only other city,the one North West of Shadows fortress, is now a radioactive wasteland.

Anyway...nice RP Dark, I like the diary idea...Shadow..meet Shadow.

Indeed.

Saunders was running.

He ran until his sides hurt and he collapsed with a dull thud onto the wet Forrest floor panting heavily. He reached up and brushed the warm, sticky blood that was flowing from a dent on the side of his head.

That would explain why everything is fuzzy and I can't remember much he thought to himself.

He looked at his hand and his gaze followed up his arm over his now torn and burned uniform. He reached down and felt to his dismay, an empty holster. After a quick search he realised that the only weapon he had on him, was his lone hand grenade that was still firmly secured to his uniform on his chest.

Jesus, what the hell happened to me... and where is everyone else?

Standing up, his body moaning in protest, he looked around the Forrest trying to figure out just where the hell he was. Off in the distance, he could hear the distinct sound of motorcycles as they passed by and faded into the distance.

Saunders started to walk at a brisk pace toward them. He was hoping that he would possibly find other people and get some help. Instead however, he ran into them.

The first infected that he came across was wearing the dirty remains of a back wood county police uniform. Saunders made quick work of him as he felt his neck snap between his gloved hands. He quickly relieved the corpse of his duty pistol and several magazines. Glocks were not his cup of tea, mainly being the fact that in his eyes they were the worlds ugliest pistol, but right now he couldn't care less.

He fired as he moved toward what he hoped was a road. The pistol bucked in his hand as round after round founds its mark in soft, decaying flesh sending bile spraying upon impact.

Where in the hell are they coming from?!? he thought as the infected seemed to literally be coming out of the woodwork.

With a sudden burst of light, Saunders stumbled onto the asphalt of the road. He quickly looked around and didn't see any of the creatures around him. He let his half spent mag slip from his pistol and he slapped a fresh, full mag home.

Off in the distance, he could see a group of people riding what looked to be motorcycles sitting on the side of the road.

He raised his arms and was about to start shouting at the top of his lungs when the hard blacktop seemed to suddenly rise up and meet his face hard. For a few moments he lay there bleeding from his now smashed nose. He felt something gripping his ankle and he looked back to his horror and saw what looked to be some kind of slimy tentacle wrapped around him and leading off into the shadows in the Forrest.

Something deep and phlegmy growled in the not so distant distance.

"Oh shi....."

And he screamed as he was dragged against his will into the Forrest underbrush. Screams could be heard for several seconds, even over the sound of the glock being fired.

And then...

Silence.


**(OOC)**

It was fun Rp'ing with you all, and I look forward to another.

Well Saunders' is toast then I guess! (not much else to say).

It seems that we're pretty much done here.. unless Ghosty has some more RPing to do.. I think everyone is done.

It's been fun, and I give my thanks to Silver for giving us all many a night of returning home to have a good read awaiting us!

Or is he? Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!

Is the soldier in that picture stupidor something? Heck even I can hold a gun better.

A pet zombie would be quite funny.. in a weird sorta way.. I guess.. maybe...uh..shoot it.



///end thread///

A trio of black hummers drove down a road in the twilight. Inside the middle vehicle of the convoy, a horrible silence had washed over the passengers. Jennifer stared at the floor, here eyes red from crying. The men in the vehicle sat either side of her, staring anywhere but her. They had seen Phoenix go down amongst the zombies, and as much as they had tried to prevent it, so had Jennifer. Abruptly, Jennifer wiped her tears away and stared coldly at each person in the vehicle.

"I want Tombstone dead. And his compatriots. I don't care how long it takes. But I want them dead. Understand?"

A chorus of mumbled agreements filled the vehicle.

"But Halon. He's mine."


The convoy sped through the night for several hours, dodging areas of concentrated undead population, until, against all odds, they ended up in front of a house. It was large, and the signs of an extreme struggle were evident. Windows smashed, and boarded up, blood stains, a pile of mulched zombies three feet deep. Shadows fortress.

Jennifer daintily stepped out of the vehicle, and took the carnage in, as her men secured the area.

Amongst the detritus, Jennifer found a bag. Not very large, and assumed to be rubbish by the survivors at the time. How wrong they could be. Patrick's bag lay discarded, and half filled with grenades. Idly rummaging through it, her hand knocked something glass, and oddly warm. A smile flickered across her face.

A vial of infected blood was now procured. And Jennifer was going to have her revenge.



Epilogue

The infection didn't last long. Extreme weather conditions, and the rate of decomposition that the undead experienced meant that by the following summer after the initial outbreak, the infection was all but eradicated. A form of control was being taken back worldwide as the survivors of the planets worst holocaust emerged, blinking into the light of a new dawn.

Russia, who had fended off the infection with deadly prejudice began to make preparations for a worldwide rescue attempt, to find survivors, and help rebuild civilisation. Things were going to go slowly, but things were only going to get better.

OOC: There you go folks. We now have an evil villain, an obvious way to start a sequel, and benevolent Russians. What more can you ask for?! Until next time folks, stay safe, and aim for the head.

(Shadows going dooooooowwwwnnnn)

That bitch stole my party house!

Russians..meh..Shadow no like da russians..


Until next time folks, chill out.

She not only stole your party house...she now has access to the endless bounty of "shooty stuff" you had stashed there.

@ ghosty.

Nicely done my friend,but...I do have one quick question.
Does the " infection being all but eradicated" mean we will be having a "zombie-less" sequel???

No. It means we have a devestated country with widespread looting, much damage, many dead, thousands of zombies, Shadow, a maniac clown permanently on crack and the evil biaatch out there now. Oh, and the Russians. Damned Russians..


Anyway, I might have to kill Jennifer page 1 of the next RP. I want ma party house back -_-

Eh? What's wrong with crack clowns, I'll have you know tHeY HaVe FeeLiNGs Too! *Smacks clown* DOWN BOY!

Someone be sure to PM me when we do start the Part 2... I have several ideas in mind. >

I concur, I am also greatly interested in the action packed, pulse racing, heart thumping sequel!

Great Unclean One wrote:I concur, I am also greatly interested in the action packed, pulse racing, heart thumping sequel! WITH RUSSIANS!*

*RUSSIANS NOT INCLUDED AND SOLD SEPERATELY - see back of packet for details on how to order.

Also, out NOW! The new new soviet unionist battalion!

Ah, sorry for my absence of Russians.... really should have remembered with my sig and all...

For the next one, to answer all questions:

1. The main reason she went there, was to pick up the vial of blood. Did no one see that?!

2. So to answer the 'zombieless sequal' Think: re population. Think: Rehabilitation. Think: Reinfection...

3. Russia was the most suitable world power to take control, simply cos, america's been completely destroyed, England is too small for a full scale world protection attempt, and in all honesty, Russia would be brilliant at fending off the undead. Their enviroment would play against the undead terribly, with frostburn decimating the undeads motor functions within days. Not to mention they'd have no qualms with shooting recantly dead people in the head.

Oh and Jennifer is NOT gonna get killed in page 1


Wolf in sheep's clothing. Enough said.

Oh man, Jennifer had super vision? Had I known that maybe Phoenix would be alive still... or not, but hey Halon's young and makes mistakes about killing Russian mafia... oh man, wasn't Jen and Phoenix Russian mafia? That doesn't bode well for us I think.

Although I welcome our new Russian overlords as long as I get to visit the Kubinka Tank Museum and only if, otherwise I'll get Charlie Sheen to defend my hotel.